Political Compass test and my result is thus: Right there around Mandela, the Dalai Lama, and Gandhi. Heh. Take the test and tell me your results in the comments!
2004-02-26
An acidic and hostile place: since 1999
Political Compass test and my result is thus: Right there around Mandela, the Dalai Lama, and Gandhi. Heh. Take the test and tell me your results in the comments!
* * * I spent a long time reading through Mac‘s archives last night. Why have none of you people directed me to this woman’s blog before now? Bad, bad readers.
* * * Pet store kitty pics are here.
An excellent way to show your support; I just sent some money that way. It would rock if every single couple waiting in line to get married in SF was given flowers, dontchathink? Also, Desi sent me a link to this picture, and I followed another link to this wonderful set of pictures.
I’m a poor kitty who has lost his way look on his face. He meowed sadly again, realized that he was looking at his Momma, who was holding the box of Kitten Chow, and ran over to me. “Get your ass in there!” I said, pushing him through the gate into our back yard with my foot. I had to push Spanky back into the back yard as well, and then I shut the gate. I was like the Pied Piper, shaking the box and followed by a trio of kitties as I walked back to the door and into the house. They all came through the door after me and looked expectantly up at me. I gave each of them a few pieces of Kitten Chow, and shut the door. Fred’s going to block off the gap under the front fence, but I swear to god, I’m about ready to go out and buy one of those free-standing dog fences and if the Bean wants to go out in the yard, I’ll put him in there and let him sniff around. Little bastard.
* * * I clearly need a life, desperately. Last night I had a night-long dream that I was on Survivor. It was a very involved dream, and at the end I discovered that I had won the million dollars, and I wanted to know how to get the million dollar check, so I asked the manager of the hotel where I was staying, and she got Jeff Probst’s phone number for me. Apparently my knowledge that they present the million dollar check the next morning on The Early Show didn’t make it into the dream with me. Survivor tonight! Whoo!
This is absolutely hilarious! (Link stolen from Busy Mom). I’m totally sending a “having a great time, call you when we get home!” postcard. Heh.
blogrolling‘s bitch. I have a blogroll for everything. I have a blogroll for the blogs I check that are passworded or members-only, I have a blogroll for the blogs and journals I read that I have Change Detect-ed, I have a blogroll for the Go Fuck Yourself ‘burb, and I even have a blogroll so that I can change my links page over. I can’t help it, it’s just so cool! Also, I’m a dork.
Lost in Translation Saturday night, interested in seeing it because we’d heard so very many good things about it. Fifteen minutes in, Fred was ready to turn it off, but I wanted to see how it ended. All in all, I’d rate it an “eh”, but I don’t resent the time spent watching it.
Clearly I possess not the depth and understanding of the human condition that would let me pretentiously wax poetic at length about the magic of the movie. Give me the beginning-middle-end kind of movie girl meets boy zany moments ensue they break up but end up together. Give me the zany girl meets boy meets another boy has a threesome dumps them both to “I choose me”. And christ almighty, if you’re going to ask me to join you on your hour and a half or two-hour (tour! A two-hour tour!) journey that is your movie, don’t fucking end it with one character whispering into the other character’s ear and not let me know what he said. Don’t keep secrets from the people who’ve paid money to watch your fucking movie; you end up coming across as self-impressed and smug and next time the option to watch a movie written and directed by you comes along, I’ll just pass on that, thanks.
I WANT TO FUCKING KNOW WHAT HE SAID.
(Also, something about Scarlett Johansson‘s face really REALLY bugs me, and I look longingly forward to the day when her It-Girl status is gone with the wind.)
this link. Y’all have GOT to check it out, this woman’s house is unbelievable. I’ve gone back and looked at the pictures three or four times and my mind just boggles. Absolutely amazing.